Over the next couple of days, all Fallon worried about was getting ready for her trip to Woodsboro. She lost count as to how many times she had gone over her list of things to pack, making sure she had everything (because the last thing she needed was to forget something, which Sidney claimed she got from Mark).

Speaking of her parents, there were no calls or texts from either one of Fallon's parents since she practically stormed out after dinner the other night. Of course, she wasn't all that surprised with how pissed her mom was, along with her dad not taking Fallon's side. She almost sent them texts just hours before her flight to California was scheduled to depart, but decided to not add fuel to the fire. Still, she couldn't help but pull out her phone while walking down the aisle of the plane in case there was a message from either one of them, and she was only met with disappointment when no new notifications came up on the screen.

"Still nothing from your parents?" Jamie asked from behind her.

Huffing a sigh, Fallon put her phone into airplane mode before shoving it back into her jacket. "Nope. Nothing at all."

"Damn. I'm sorry, Fal."

Fallon scoffed, finding the aisle that had their seats and sitting down by the window. "I mean, I really pissed them off the other night. It's gonna take a lot more than just me begging for forgiveness once we get back."

"Well, don't worry about it too much right now," Jamie said, following her and plopping down in the middle seat. "All you need to focus on is your research for this great article you're gonna write."

"Yeah, you're right," Fallon stated, nodding in agreement. "You really think it's gonna be a great article?"

"Oh, I know it will be. Hell, I bet everyone at Digital Minute is counting on it being great."

Unfortunately, Jamie's words of assurance didn't help Fallon one bit. The idea of everyone waiting for her to write this article and submit it as soon as possible made her nervous. This wasn't like the string of murders that occurred in Jamie's hometown a few years ago. No, this wasn't anything like Lakewood, Louisiana. This was Woodsboro, a place that Fallon was connected to, somewhere that was very personal to her, all because of her mom. What if she couldn't meet the expectations that Digital Minute set for the interns? What if nothing about her article was eye-catching, sensational, or memorable? The arguments with her mom, the money she and Jamie spent traveling to Woodsboro, the long nights writing and perfecting her article down to the last word...all of it would be for nothing if she ended up failing miserably. So she couldn't fail, especially when it felt like so much was on the line in her career and personal life. The last thing Fallon wanted was to lose everything she cared for most in this world.

"Hey," Jamie spoke up again, though her tone was more soft, and Fallon looked at her. "Everything's gonna be fine. It'll all work out in the end, just like they do in the movies."

"And how many movies have we seen say that and everything went to shit before they turned out fine?"

Rolling her eyes, Jamie adjusted herself in the seat, buckling in. "A lot to know that the characters had a fun story to tell once it was all over. What, you think we're in some scary movie?"

Fallon chuckled in response. "Is the daughter of a final girl and her scary movie buff best friend as the sidekick heading to a town with a history of murders not convincing enough for you?"

Jamie grinned. "You forgot to include, 'town with a history of murders that your mom was a part of and made her famous.'" She paused, pulling out her headphones and waited for the pilot to finish announcing their departure before continuing. "Damn. That's a good idea for a Stab movie."

"Well, how about you go write the next one?" Fallon teased.

"Nah, I think I'll just stick with real life issues in our country," Jamie replied. "You know, like the many ways America has gone to shit."

"It's nice to have concerned citizens like you, Jamie."

"I know. People should be more appreciative of that."

Another laugh escaped Fallon's lips as she buckled in her seatbelt, watching Jamie pull out her iPad and scroll through a list of movies she had saved, almost rolling her eyes when she saw her friend clicking on the first Stab movie. "Really?"

"What, you really thought I wouldn't watch the movie while we're on our way to visit the town that inspired it?" Pausing, she grabbed her headphones from her bag, eyebrows raised towards Fallon. "Care to watch with me?"

"I'll pass, thanks."

Jamie shrugged in response. "Just thought you'd change your mind by now."

"Not a chance."

"Suit yourself, then. You're missing out on a classic."

"Doubt it." Some people might be surprised by the fact that the only horror movie franchise Fallon hadn't seen was Stab, assuming she'd watch it for obvious reasons. To her, reading about what happened to her mom and seeing the events play out on a movie screen by some mediocre actors with a shitty script and a low budget were entirely different. Besides, Fallon had never been a fan of horror film franchises, anyway, knowing how ridiculous the plots were in every movie after the original. Maybe those like Jamie found them entertaining, but Fallon couldn't enjoy them. Sequels tended to be awful, and reboots were just terrible at making something fresh while paying homage to the original. She couldn't imagine what hell it'd be if the two were combined to make a requel. Even the term sounded stupid in her head.

Once the plane took off and Jamie was engrossed in her movie, Fallon took out her mother's book and ran her fingers along the cover: Out of Darkness: A True Story of Survival. For a while, she had been hesitant to read her book, knowing that doing so behind Sidney's back felt like some kind of invasion of privacy. But this time, she had her pen and sticky notes ready, wanting to mark anything her mom wrote that would be useful for her article. She had already done it for Gale Weathers' first book, though Fallon knew her words wouldn't have as much of an impact as Sidney's would. This was something that only she could write and it'd actually be meaningful, iconic even, and with quotes directly from Sidney's book was a good way to make it more personal. Maybe after the words were typed out and a draft was finalized, Sidney could finally see what Fallon also envisioned for this piece. Fallon just hoped it'd be enough to make up for how shitty she had been towards her mom over it.

Fallon kept reading for the next few hours, her hands aching from holding the book and jotting down anything that was worth keeping note of. The problem was, just about everything her mom wrote in the book would be perfect for the article, and it was going to be hard to pick ones that stood out to her the most.

She really has a way with words, Fallon thought.

By the time the plane had landed in California, Fallon had only made it halfway through the book, having a good amount of pink sticky notes pressed along the ends of what she had read so far, some of which she had multiple notes on just one page. But Fallon still felt like she had barely scratched the surface of her mom's feelings. There was so much to unpack in a book, one that was filled with years of trauma that her mom had to endure over and over, a never ending nightmare that she thought she'd never be able to escape. And yet, all Fallon thought about was what she could include in this piece, what stuck out to her the most that would be enough to grab the readers' attention from the moment they read the first line.

In a way, it was just like a horror movie, watching the opening scene where the killer would strike on the first victim. She had to make it bold like that.

"Finally!" Jamie exclaimed while putting away her iPad. "Next stop, Woodsboro."

Fallon grinned at her enthusiasm as the two of them stood up and exited off the plane with their things. After a quick bathroom and lunch break, the girls left the terminal and gathered their luggage, then headed out of the airport to get a rental car, where Fallon had more time to think while they were driving on the highway.

"What's going through your mind right now, Fal?" Jamie spoke up beside her.

Fallon sighed, sounding a bit shaky. "You don't think something bad is gonna happen while we're here, do you?"

"Like what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe another copycat Ghostface?"

Jamie rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, they've done that so many times already."

"And the most recent one happened in Woodsboro."

"Which was ten years ago."

"Right, orchestrated by my mom's cousin. What do you think people are gonna say when Sidney Prescott's daughter comes into town around the anniversary of the first murders?" Fallon pointed out. Her mom had always been a suspect in these killings, a part of Sidney's legacy that Fallon was carrying by going to Woodsboro.

"Okay, listen, no one gives a fuck about copycat killers anymore. They get old after a certain point. That's what happens when you're literally unoriginal." Jamie paused, leaning back in her seat. "And because of that, they're shit at playing the original killer's games and following their rules. Therefore we have nothing to worry about." She let out a scoff. "Anyone who writes fanfiction could pull it off better than those dumbasses."

Fallon's lips formed a small smile. "So what you're saying is that you could pull it off?" she questioned in a joking manner.

"Hey, it's a guilty pleasure, thank you very much. But that doesn't mean I'm capable of planning some elaborate killing spree." She stopped talking again, exhaling before she kept going. "You know how many Stab fanfics there are, though? Like, a lot. I mean, imagine people writing some about the real Ghostface killers." Jamie's smile faded once she realized what she said, giving Fallon an apologetic look. "Shit. I didn't mean--"

"It's fine," Fallon quickly said, pressing her lips for a brief moment as she kept her eyes on the road.

"Anyway, like I said, nothing to worry about. We're gonna have fun while you do research on your article and it'll be one hell of a trip."

Fallon glanced at Jamie and raised her eyebrows. "I sure hope you're right."

"You and I both know that I'm always right."

The brunette giggled, shaking her head. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Yes, given the fact that I'm your one and only best friend."

This was true, and even though some would find it sad, Fallon didn't have a problem with it. Sure, she had other people she'd talk to from class or the internship every once in a while, but none of them understood Fallon like Jamie did. Fallon usually had a hard time connecting with other people. But even though it took a while, she eventually warmed up to Jamie, and the two had been inseparable ever since. Of course, part of it had something to do with Fallon being the daughter of Sidney Prescott and Jamie's fascination with her story, the Stab movie franchise, and anything horror movie-related. Plus, if Jamie knew anything about true crime when it came to massacres, she had plenty to tell with what her hometown went through during the three killing sprees that occurred there. However, according to Jamie, none of them would come close to the Ghostface killings over the last twenty-five years. Now, going to Woodsboro with her best friend felt like a dream, and Fallon was lucky to be a part of it.

The two continued driving down the highway for a while longer, the anticipation rising in the car when they saw the sign with Woodsboro painted in big white letters, indicating that it wouldn't be very long now before they arrived in the town. Fallon had no idea what to expect, and knowing she was so close to finding out only made her more anxious once she saw it for herself.

So when they drove past the sign that said Welcome to Woodsboro, Fallon held her breath.

While Jamie was just about to kick and scream with excitement, looking around downtown, Fallon tried to keep her eyes straight ahead, though she ended up glancing at the stores and people along the sidewalk as the sun was bathing the buildings and streets. From what the girls could see, it was a typical American town, a slice of paradise for those that lived here and a good place to stop at while passing through that would end up staying longer than planned. What was a nightmare for Sidney felt like a dream to Fallon, being in what appeared to be the picture perfect town that her mom grew up in, though that was no longer the case for many people, something that Fallon could include in her written piece.

"Holy shit," Jamie said. "I can't believe we're finally here."

"Yeah, same," Fallon muttered.

"You don't sound as excited."

"I am excited. It's just...well, it's a lot, that's all."

Jamie stared at her best friend before nodding her head. "I understand. Maybe you won't feel as overwhelmed once we get to the Airbnb."

"Yeah, maybe." Like before, Fallon didn't find that too comforting to hear, seeing as the Airbnb they both agreed on was a historical place for the 1996 Woodsboro Murders. "You don't think it's, like, a shitty thing for us to be staying at the Becker's old house, do you?"

Jamie shrugged in response. "I mean, do you think it was shitty for whoever bought the house to turn it into an Airbnb for people to come stay at?"

Fallon raised her eyebrows. "Well, when you put it that way--"

"Hey, the opportunity to stay at this house came up and we took it," Jamie cut her off. "It'd be a crime if we didn't stay there, seeing as that's where the murders all started and why we're even out here in the first place."

"Good point," Fallon stated. "I wonder what happened to the Beckers after their daughter was...you know..."

"Strangled, stabbed multiple times, gutted, then hung from a tree?"

Fallon got uneasy at the description. "Uh, yeah, after that happened."

Jamie let out a sigh. "I doubt they wanted to stay in that house after finding their only daughter brutally murdered. It had to be painful to keep living there and always be reminded of what happened."

"And yet the owners of the house now saw it as a way to make money."

"Well, it worked, since we're on our way there now."

Once the girls made it through downtown, they weren't too far from the Becker residence with it being farther away from the main residential areas. At least Fallon could prepare herself before seeing the house in person due to the fact that she had already looked at pictures of it. But much like the town itself, she couldn't do the same with the horrors of what happened to Casey Becker and Steven Orth on that fateful September night.

After a while, the Becker house was seen in the distance from the road, which made Jamie squeal from the passenger's seat, and Fallon laughed at her for it. When she drove down the roundabout driveway and stopped in front of the house, Jamie quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and practically jumped out of the car, staring up at the house in awe, and Fallon eventually joined her.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, the wide smile still on her face. "Isn't it beautiful, Fallon?"

"Yeah, it is." The longer she stared at the house, the longer she thought about the night of the first two murders in 1996, knowing the outside looked the same now as it did twenty-five years ago from what pictures Jamie showed her.

Though when they entered inside, it was almost identical from when the Becker family resided there, the walls still a cream color and the hardwood floor looking good as new, along with the furniture similar to what the Beckers owned when they lived here at the time of Casey's murder. As Fallon walked through the house, glancing at the decor and knick knacks that gave off 90s vibes, she started to imagine Casey Becker's horrified expression as she was on the phone with Ghostface, pacing around the house while watching her back and the window to see if he was out there waiting to strike. And in the end, she lost her life, no matter how hard she tried to get away. It made Fallon's heart sink just thinking what her final minutes were like, and that feeling only got worse as she headed for the back door and looked out at the patio, her eyes going towards the inground pool, where Steven Orth was duct taped to a chair and eventually gutted in front of Casey. She couldn't help but wonder how much work was put into getting those blood stains out of the concrete.

"This is amazing," Jamie spoke up at the bottom of the stairs, causing Fallon to snap out of her thoughts. "We're gonna have so much fun here."

Fallon forced a small smile, though having fun was the last thing on her mind right now.

*******

After a few hours of being settled into their rooms at the Airbnb, Jamie suggested they go out and explore town that night. Fallon was reluctant at first, but with some convincing from her best friend, who told her that going out and getting a feel for where everything was while having fun at the same time was a good idea, she finally caved in. It was bound to happen, anyway.

Woodsbroro at night was just as lively as it was during the day, being far from a quiet town. Stores and restaurants were open as people downtown carried their shopping bags or leftover boxes. Of course, Fallon and Jamie were both used to living in the middle of a busy city and never slowing down, so she expected a small place like Woodsboro to do just that. Then again, when there wasn't a killer on the loose, the people here could do what they wanted without having to worry about getting brutally murdered. Though Fallon wondered if any of them thought of the possibility of another Ghostface returning to taunt them. But after two killing sprees there had to be a routine of what to do in case there was a third one, which hopefully never happened.

While Fallon was okay with just sitting down at a local restaurant, Jamie had her eye on a place called Corner Pocket Pool Hall.

"It looks like a cool place," she said. "I think it's got some edge."

"I think they won't have real food," Fallon pointed out.

"They'll have real food, Fallon."

"And if they don't?"

"They will. You really think customers won't eventually get hungry?" Jamie paused, grinning. "You agreed to have fun while we check things out, so that's what we're gonna do." Pulling up to the pool hall, Jamie took one of the last available spots on the side of the building and parked the car, her eager demeanor coming back. "Let's go."

The girls hopped out of the car and headed for the pool hall, stepping into the loud atmosphere, with customers either grouped together at a regular ot pool table or sitting alone at the bar with a drink and eyes on the TV as rock music was playing through speakers. With the string of lights that just about hung everywhere and arcade games against the walls, the place didn't seem so laid-back. In fact, it looked like it was the place to be.

"See? Doesn't this look like fun?" Jamie spoke up.

"Yeah, super fun," Fallon replied sarcastically, glancing around.

"Hello, ladies." They turned around to find a guy with a mustache just a couple of years older than them standing there, hair slicked back with tattoos on one arm and wearing an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a toothpick hanging in between his lips and a beer bottle in one hand. "Never seen you two in here before."

"Let me guess, you know every girl that comes here?" Fallon retorted.

The boy shrugged, smirking as he took the toothpick out of his mouth. "What can I say? I'm very observant."

"Or a creep," Jamie added.

He glanced at Jamie, eyebrows furrowed as he pointed at her with his free hand. "Actually, you look familiar."

Jamie scoffed. "Really? Because you sure as hell don't look familiar to me."

"Yeah, you do," he said, stepping closer towards her. "Like, really familiar."

"Excuse me!" another voice called out, to which it was another boy walking towards them, though he was much more well put together. "Hi there, ladies. Is this dude here bothering you?"

"Everything's fine, Hicks," the mustache boy snapped. "So you can take your pretty boy ass back to the bar and leave us alone."

"Or you can take your drunk ass somewhere else and let the girls here have a good time," he retorted.

"And what are you gonna do about it, huh? Got your sheriff mommy on speed dial?"

"Hey, Vince!" a third voice chimed, though it came from the bar and it was a young light-skinned woman this time. "How about you stop causing trouble?"

"How about you shut the fuck up and keep it coming with the beer, Walker?"

All of sudden, the second boy shoved the first one. "Don't talk to my girlfriend like that."

Fallon and Jamie stepped away from the boys, heading for the bar at two seats near the end that were up for grabs, setting in the stool chairs as they watched the feud die down, in which the one named Vince ended up leaving the pool hall in annoyance after an older lady, (assuming she was the manger), told him to go. The other boy, Hicks, came strolling back to the bar, sighing as he approached the girls again.

"Sorry about that," he told them, leaning against the bar. "He's nothing but an asshole."

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious," Jamie stated.

The female bartender from before came over, holding a beer bottle in her hand and placing it in front of Hicks, using her bottle opening to pop off the cap. "Glad he's gone again. This makes what, the third time he's been kicked out of here since he got back in town?"

"Fourth," he corrected her, taking the bottle. "He came back twice yesterday."

"And yet he hasn't been banned permanently?" Fallon questioned.

"It's a long story," the girl stated. "Anyway, my name's Maggie. What would you ladies like?"

"A couple of waters," Fallon answered.

"Lame," Jamie muttered.

"Well, we can't get away with pretending to be twenty-one here, smart-ass," the brunette mumbled.

Maggie chuckled. "You really think I care? I can definitely sneak you some beers."

"Oh, sweet," Fallon said. "And we'll also take two burgers all the way, please."

"You got it," she said, smiling as she turned away to go put in the order.

"So, who do we have to thank for saving us from that Vince guy?" Jamie spoke up again as she looked over at the boy.

He extended his arm out for the two girls to shake. "Liam."

Fallon was the first to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Fallon and this is Jamie."

"Wait, your last name is Hicks," Jamie said as she was next to shake his hand. "As in, Judy Hicks?"

Liam tensed up a little, pulling his hand away. "Uh, yeah, she's my mom."

"And your girlfriend's last name is Walker. Like, Char--"

"Jamie!" Fallon hissed. "Now isn't the time for that."

"No, it's fine," Liam said. "Yeah, he's a distant cousin of hers."

"Damn," Jamie mumbled.

"I didn't know you two were fanatics of the killings that happened here."

"Well, that's actually why we're here," Fallon said, chuckling nervously. "I'm writing an article about the first murder spree with the twenty-fifth anniversary coming up. It's for our internship."

"And you came all the way to Woodsboro to write it?"

"For research, yeah."

Liam seemed skeptical to go on, but he raised his eyebrows. "What made you decide to pick that to write about instead of anything else that's far more interesting?"

"Because her mom is Sidney-fucking-Prescott," Jamie interjected.

His eyes went wide. "Hold on, the Sidney Prescott?"

"The one and only," Fallon replied, preparing for the awkwardness to kick in, something she was trying to avoid. It wasn't something she wanted to announce to everyone she met in Woodsboro, worried as to how the locals would react to it. And seeing how Liam was responding, it made her more nervous to keep talking about the subject.

"Holy shit," he said, keeping his eyes on her.

"What?" Maggie asked after she made her way back over, setting Fallon and Jamie's orders down in front of them.

Liam pointed at Fallon. "She's Sidney Prescott's daughter."

Maggie glanced at Fallon, her mouth open in surprise. "Holy shit."

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," he added. "She's writing an article about the original Woodsboro Murders."

"Oh, wow," she said, nodding. "That's...interesting."

Fallon shot her an awkward smile, taking a sip of her beer. She just wished that they could move on with another topic of conversation before things turned tense. But sadly, her best friend let the subject stay alive for a little bit longer.

"We're actually staying at the Becker's old house," Jamie stated.

"Ah, yes, the Airbnb that every Stab fan goes to for a few nights when they come here," Liam said, almost like he was annoyed by it. "Let me guess, you're staying there for research purposes?"

"It wasn't my idea," Fallon pointed out. "But...yes."

"We couldn't just stay at some random motel for this," Jamie added. "Besides, it's a nice house."

Yeah, full of tragedy, Fallon thought.

"Speaking of houses, I actually live in the one your mom grew up in," Maggie told Fallon.

"You do?" she reluctantly asked, though her curiosity was starting to show.

"Yeah. You can definitely come by and check it out tomorrow before my shift, if you want."

"That'd be awesome!" Jamie exclaimed. "What do you think, Fal?"

Fallon's expression became uncertain. Of course, she wanted to go see the house her mom used to live in, but she didn't think the opportunity would come so quickly and easily. She had a hard time seeing Casey Becker's house for the first time, so she knew going to her mom's old house would probably be more overwhelming.

"Just think about it and let me know," Maggie said, giving Fallon a small smile before turning around and walking away to check on other customers."

"Come on, Fal. It'd be so awesome to include your mom's house in the article." Jamie's eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

"Well, I was thinking we should check out some other places first. Maybe we can go to the police station and talk to Dewey Riley and see if he'll agree to an interview."

"Actually, Dewey Riley doesn't work there anymore," Liam stated.

"Oh," Fallon said, sounding disappointed. "Where is he now?"

"Some shitty trailer park outside of town, trying to drink himself to death." Liam shook his head. "He's been nothing but miserable ever since he was forced to retire."

"What happened?" Fallon asked.

"It's one hell of a story."

"You think we can go talk to him?" Jamie spoke up.

Liam scoffed in response. "He hardly talks to anyone around here anymore. What makes you think he'll do an interview for your article about the original Woodsboro Murders?"

"Because there's no way he'd turn down seeing Sidney's daughter for the first time in years," Jamie pointed out.

Fallon vaguely remembered a few years ago when Dewey Riley was living in New York, happily married to Gale Weathers. She and her mom went to pay the couple a visit, and it was the only time Fallon got to see him while he was residing in the city, as he and Gale split and he headed back to Woodsboro after that. Because he didn't have any kind of social media (neither did Sidney, in which Fallon practically begged her to at least have an Instagram once she was in high school), it was hard for Fallon to keep up with whatever he was doing nowadays.

"You know..." Maggie's voice broke the silence as she came back towards the three, which startled them a bit. "Maybe them going to talk to Dewey isn't such a bad idea."

"Really?" Liam inquired.

"Yeah. I mean, he never gets out anymore, and it'll be good for him to have some social interaction." She paused, glancing at Fallon. "He might actually be happy to see you and want to catch up."

"You really think so?" he asked.

"Babe, when have I ever been wrong?"

"Good point."

"So you can go take them to see him tomorrow."

"Wait, what?"

"That'd be great," Fallon said.

"Yeah, we'd really appreciate it," Jamie added.

Liam let out a sigh in defeat. "Of course. It's no problem, ladies."

Maggie grinned his way, pinching his cheeks. "You're such a good boyfriend."

"Yeah, yeah, love you, too, Mags," he replied in a light-hearted tone, smiling back at her. "You're still one of my favorite bartenders here."

Maggie playfully rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

Liam looked around for a moment, his expression turning puzzled. "Which, uh, where is my other favorite bartender, anyway?"

"He's got the night off. Family stuff again."

"Of course. You think he'll come around and stop by?"

"Maybe. We'll just have to see."

And so Fallon, Jamie, and Liam spent the next couple of hours talking about their life stories, with Maggie jumping in every now and then. They compared living in New York City and Woodsboro, though the topic of any of the Ghostface killings wasn't brought up again, seeing as Maggie would tense up at the subject, and frankly, Fallon and Liam didn't want to discuss anymore about it for tonight.

By the time Fallon and Jamie agreed to head back to the Airbnb for the night, they had gone through their burgers and five beers between the two of them, with Fallon consuming more alcohol. She could feel how tipsy she was when standing up from the bar stool, having to hold onto Jamie while they made their way out of the pool hall. But as Fallon made it to the door, she let go of her friend, missing the first step and was heading for the ground when she felt a pair of arms grab her.

"Whoa there!" It was a boy's voice, definitely not Liam or Vince's. "I got you."

"Oh, shit," Fallon mumbled, attempting to stand straight again.

"You okay?" he asked her.

Fallon looked up to see a boy with dark hair and tan skin standing in front of her, nodding in response. "Yeah, I'm okay. That was fucking close."

"For sure," he said. "Please tell me you're not getting behind the wheel."

"Oh, no, that would be me," Jamie perked up, smiling as she dangled the keys.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna drink and drive," Fallon slurred, making a funny face at him.

"Sorry for assuming," he replied, chuckling a little. "I just wanted to make sure."

"Well, I'm actually a responsible person," Fallon told him.

"Yup, I can see that."

"Good. You could learn a few things from me."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Moving past him, Fallon started to stumble, in which Jamie grabbed her before she could almost fall again. "It was nice meeting you...whatever your name is."

"Spencer."

"Yeah, thanks for not letting me break my face, Spencer." She turned around to face him once again. "You're my knight in...a flannel shirt and worn out jeans."

He laughed. "It's an honor, Miss...?"

"Fallon. And don't you forget that."

Spencer grinned. "I definitely won't. Have a good rest of your night, Fallon." With that, he turned around and strolled inside the pool hall.

Jamie helped Fallon into the passenger's side of the car, buckling in her seatbelt, before hopping into the driver's seat, watching as her friend moved around to get comfy. Finally, Fallon managed to settle in by leaning back into the seat.

"You know, that Spencer guy was kind of cute," she stated. "Too bad I probably won't ever see him again."

Jamie giggled as she started up the car. "You never know. It's kind of funny how the universe works."

"If you're about to give me a rundown on every fucking rom-com ever made--"

Jamie cut her off by turning on the radio and driving out of the parking lot, where neither one of them said a word after that. The last thing Fallon needed to worry about was meeting some guy she'd only see once in her lifetime. There was no way Spender would make his way back into her path while she was here for a very short time.

Besides, in Woodsboro, everything was far from being a classic romantic comedy, as there were far worse things to discover in this infamous town.

A/N: Okay, wow, yeah, sorry this took a while to update lol the chapter ended up being a lot longer than anticipated.

But what do y'all think? Thoughts on the new characters? We still have one more that'll come in the next chapter!

Comment, vote, more to come soon (hopefully).

-A